"wents" poems
The sunrise burns the sky
A carefully coloured explosion
Blooded light flooding the low Kent fields that lie
Before Maidstone, excreting soundless motion:
Yellow carnation shards sway
With this violent advent of day.
In Hucking Estate diaphanous bluebells nestle
Beneath the groping canopy
Of Ash. Oak; the encroaching stinging nettle
Shields the frequent woodland scree
Covering with a verdant flush
Brooks that through the stones invisibly rush.
Within the hour, the Gorgon-headed sun
Sweeps aside the cloud-
The red into blue and orange has run
And in Lower Fullingpits Wood the increasingly loud
Shuffling of badger attacking vole, fox strangling rabbit,
All compounded into daily habit.
The Kent Downs rise and fall
Like resurrected earth-bound music from a time
When hill, wood and pool
Emerged from unfettered chalk and lime.
Before the Cantii hunted in ancient Wents Wood,
For deer and boar, spurred not by hunger but for the love of blood.
Above the sparrow-hawk attacks the sparrows
Claw enmeshed in feather,
Beak unravelling neck. The unalterable sorrows
Of nature and weather.
Cruelty never ceases, but just gets more efficient-
Kindness remains deficient.
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
I miss the way you use to look at me
with those beautiful green eyes
the way you use to hold my hand
while we wents for drives.
I miss the way you use to kiss my lips
the feel of yours pressing against mine.
I miss you laugh
and that amazing smile.
I miss your body
and the warmth of it pressed against mine
I miss my head resting on your chest
listening to your heart beat.
I miss your company
and the way you called my baby girl
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
Mountains may seem unscaleable,
Whilst you appear available.
Both suppositions may be frail
when it’s just the fear of
failure that prevents events,
and wents only remembered
as occasions that occurred.
From all I’ve heard reality
requires risk.
For death demands that a degree
of dare be spare,
For living to be less a chore,
and more a rare affair.
© James Rainsford 2010
Nov 26, 2010
Nov 26, 2010 at 8:05 AM UTC
when she asked
I literally jumped
I was a little nervous
and little bit pumped
I got ready
and looked at the mirror
I wore cologne
As I was going near her
finally, that time comes
which I was waiting for
I went to the store
and bought a red flower
I went to pick her up
she was looking lovely,
I became unconscious,
I took minutes in recovery
when she smiled
and held my hand
I was breathing rapidly
and then my heart bland
finally, we kissed and then
a moment filled with grey color
we came closer
and everything wents blur
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 8:46 AM UTC
I blame the chemicals
Rome wents up in flames
Sometimes I wish I weren’t the one to say
That is just my mind
That’s not who I am
To quiet when it dies
To loud when people scream
I see them reach for me
I beg you on my knees to stay
That’s all I seem to do these days
As if your shadow would be mine
You say
“That’s the curse of a loud mind”
I wish it weren’t mortal truth
In my head I’d give it up for you
I’d loose the crown, the chaos and the pain
And I’d dance, I’d dance right in those flames
You’d blow them out
Just one by one
And in your hand a loaded gun
“Peace always needed people dead”
And you’d lift it to the emperors head
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 2:28 PM UTC
I wents to colij a long time ago,
And trides to do my best.
I didn’t gets to stays long though,
Had trubble with the spelin test.
I don’ts no why therz such a fusst
Since I no what I meen.
They says that I simply must
Learns to be more keen.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC